The Promotion

Bruce was a hard-working, dedicated employee. He had been with the company for five years and received several promotions. But the position he wanted, department chief, was available, and he was being seriously considered.

His final hurdle to getting the spot depended on a VP’s recommendation, and one was in his corner. 

Marsha was an ambitious go-getter, no-nonsense, having worked her way to the top. She ran the company’s quality control division and partnered with Bruce occasionally. She liked his work.

“You wanted to see me?” He asked, entering her office.

“Yes, come in,” she said, placing a folder on her desk. “Close the door.” 

He obliged. She gestured to a chair in front of her desk. 

“Good news?” He asked.

She flashed a smile, then turned serious. “I’ll be honest, they’re looking hard at Rodriguez. He’s been here longer and has worked in more departments than you have.”

The news irritated him. “What about quality? You know my work is 10 times better than his. His team sucks. Hell, he’s afraid to write people up. I run a tight ship, you know that.”

“You don’t have to convince me. I’m on your side.”

“Then straighten this out.”

She scrunched her face. “That’s why you’re here. I believe Bradley’s pushing Rodriguez to spite me. It’s not based on qualifications.” 

“Well, he’s got issues. But you can slow that down. I’ve seen how you work. You’ll have them crawling.”

“Really,” she said, flattered. 

“I saw how you handled the Cross Point deal, no joke. They were trembling.”

“Thanks, but nothing comes easy.”

“True.”

“We won, but that started all the heat with Bradley. He didn’t handle it well, being shown up.”

“He’s lame. His game is weak.”

She laughed. “It’s that obvious?”

“Staff’s always joking behind his back.”

“That’s too bad.” She said sarcastically, then paused. “When I make a move, it’s got to be worth it.” 

“I am.”

“I’m going out on a limb this time.”

“It’s to your benefit, you’ll have an ally. I can watch your back.”

She was pensive. “I don’t know…”

“Come here,” he demanded.

She was stunned, excited by his aggression. “Excuse you?”

“Let’s finalize things.”

She walked around the desk, standing in front of him, curvy and sexy, trying to be authoritative. “What’s that mean?”

He sat her on the desk, too fast for her to resist. Her tight black skirt rode up revealing pink panties shrouded by nylons. Their eyes locked. He kissed her hard.

“How do you want it?” 

She hesitated.

“Tell me,” he pressed.

“Not like this,” she said.

“How?”

“Just stop.”

“What?”

“I said stop.”

“Beg.”

She was defiant.

“Don’t play with me.” He grabbed her throat. “Say it.”

“Please,” she whispered.

He tightened his grip. “I don’t believe you.”

“I’m married,” she said, gasping for air.

“So what, me too.”

“I can’t…”

“You’re a bitch.”

He spun her around. The tough businesswoman facade evaporated. She became submissive, eager for his touch.

Her thrashing scattered the papers on the desk, her fingers gripped the wood finish with each thrust. There was no love. He was impulsive, rough. 

Afterward, he adjusted his tie. She was still bent over the desk, spent. 

His phone hummed as he left her office, closing the door. “Hey Honey, great news… that’s right, your husband’s the new department chief… let’s celebrate.” 

She fixed her clothes, wanting him more than ever. 

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